"I ought to invite others into the freedom I have found."
"You have created it, Cella."
"If I have, it has not been alone." Cesca could not deny that.
Her presence had made possible the fullness of me now, and as I would be.

She turned to look into the distance. Maybe she saw a hawk at the
horizon. Maybe she didn't want to talk about it.
Her profile pleasured me and I enjoyed this vision of her face
etched against the sky. Both were so precious, so exquisite, and fleeting.